Oh, Look. Oscars. Woo.

I must be getting old.  I have seen exactly none of the nominated films, and with the exception of "No Country for Old Men," have no plans to Netflix them.

Although, given Hublet's recently revived interest in Bob Dylan and his continuing interest in Cate Blanchett, we may also Netflix "I'm Not There."

And I don't care about the 43-hour Oscar television extravaganza, either.  Let's face it - the only reason I watched in seasons past was to see who showed up wearing something completely ridiculous.  Since I now have Go Fug Yourself to sort through the chiffon-coated chaff for me, there's no longer any reason to watch the red carpet stuff, except maybe to see if Joan Rivers has finally succeeded in transforming herself into a live-action version of Madame.

I'm too young to be so curmudgeonly.  I blame Hollywood.